Shall he become despis'd and poor, To make me rich for evermore? 5 And shall I wickedly withhold, To give my silver and my gold? To aid a cause my soul approves, And save the sinners Jesus loves? 6 Expand my heart-incline me, Lord, To give the whole I can afford ; That, what hy bounty renders mine, with cheerful hands resign. 1 I may HYMN 117. L. M. Charity. HEN Jesus dwelt in mortal clay, What were his works from day to day, But miracles of pow'r and grace, That spread salvation thro' our race? 2 Teach us, O Lord, to keep in view Thy pattern, and thy steps pursue; Let alms bestow'd, let kindness done Be witness'd by each rolling sun. 3 That man may breathe, but never lives, Who much receives, but nothing gives, Whom none can love, whom none can thank ; Creation's blot, creation's blank : 4 But he, who marks from day to day, In gen'rous acts his radiant way, 1 Treads the same path his Saviour trod, HYMN 118. C. M. Charity. JESUS, my Lord, how rich thy grace! Thy bounties how complete! How shall I count the matchless sum? 2 High on a throne of radiant light 3 But thou hast brethren here below, 4 In them thou may'st be cloth'd and fed, And visited and cheer'd ; And in their accents of distress, 5 Thy face, with rev'rence and with love, WHAT stupendous mercy shines Rebels he deigns to call his sons, Their souls renew'd, their sins forgiv'n. 2 Go, imitate the grace divine, The grace that blazes like a sun; Hold forth your fair, tho' feeble light, Thro' all your lives let mercy run. 3 Upon your bounty's willing wings, Swift fly your gifts and charity; The hungry feed, the naked clothe, To pain and sickness help apply. 4. Pity the weeping widow's woe, And be her counsellor and stay; Adopt the fatherless, and smooth To useful, happy life, his way. 5 Let age, with want and weakness bow'd, FAT HYMN 120. C. M. Charity. ATHER of mercies send thy grace, To form, in our obedient souls, 2 O may our sympathising breasts 3 Not like the Levite and the Priest, 4 When the most helpless sons of grief In sorrows low are laid; Soft be our hearts, their pains to feel, 5 So Jesus look'd on dying man, 6 On wings of love the Saviour flew And shed the richest of his blood, 1 HYMN 121. C. M. Charity. BLEST is the man whose heart expands, And the rich blessings of whose hands, 2 Mercy descending from above, 3 Be ours the bliss in wisdom's way And lead the mind, that went astray, 4 Children our kind protection claim, When infants learn to lisp his name, 5 Delightful work, young souls to win, 6 Almighty God, thy influ'nce shed 1 The honours of thy name be spread, HYMN 122. P. M. Charity. OW let our hearts conspire to raise 2 How many children, Lord, we see HYMN 123. C. M. Funeral Hymn.-Death dreadful, or, delightful. 1DEATH! 'tis a melancholy day To those that have no God; When the poor soul is forc'd away 2 In vain to heav'n she lifts her eyes; Still drags her downward from the skies, 3 Awake and mourn, ye heirs of hell, Lest ye be driv'n from earth, and dwell A long for ever there. 4 See how the pit gapes wide for you, And flashes in your face And thou, my soul, look downward too, 5 He is a God of sov❜reign love, And taught my thoughts to soar above, |